INHERITED DAMNATION is an 8 book paranormal romance series being released as one book every three weeks between January 27th and June 23rd, 2015.
Damned at birth, eight immortal children of a high priestess are compelled to kill the one that holds their heart. They can never fall in love. Driven by the need to finally destroy their evil sire and break the curse, each struggles to balance their desire for innocence against the dark needs of their conflicted souls.
The series contains mythos shared between the volumes, but each book stands on its own with a newly featured couple.
The first four volumes – Cursed to Kill, Tormented by Darkness, Destined to Die, Bound by Blood, and Fated for Sacrifice are available now!
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Micah resisted the pull of anger. Brigid was three steps away from the fight she so obviously wanted. Another remark like the one she’d just made, and she’d have it.
“What am I after?” she asked with a disbelieving laugh. “You’re the one who’s plotted against me all afternoon. Why?”
“Plotted against you?” His voice rose, incredulous. “I didn’t do anything but bring you the scroll that fate would have you claim. You’re the one who touched it. You’re the one who almost attacked me earlier. You’ve been waspish since I walked through the door. Now tell me who has it in for whom.”
Forcing Brigid to admit her wrongs or even her wrong assumptions was never a wise thing. But damn it, she’d pushed too far, hit too many buttons today. He couldn’t maintain the game of indifference any longer.
On some instinctual level, he’d known his words would incite her further. Still, that gut awareness didn’t stop the momentary surprise he experienced when Brigid’s eyes flashed like wildfire. Nor did he anticipate the wave of energy that rolled off her long lean body and slammed into his chest. Not an attack, just the sheer force of her building fury.
She took a step forward. In her splayed palm, power gathered. “You bring that thing into my home and call me waspish? I’ll show you a sting, Micah.”
Micah eyed the building ball of energy. Two words would protect him from whatever she attempted. Another, the one he despised using, would terminate this argument in a heartbeat. But if he stopped her now, this inevitable battle would rear again. It had been coming for too long. Time to have it over and done with. If she meant to harm him, she better do so now, for he wouldn’t give her another opportunity.
Straightening his shoulders, he sank his weight into his heels. “You’re pissed off at me because I made you confront what you want. But you’re too afraid of your father to listen to that part of your soul.”
“I’m warning you, Micah, I’m not playing games.” Brigid cocked her arm, prepared to throw that pulsating ball of internal fire.
“Go ahead.” He nodded at her hand. “I don’t have any wards up. If you want to hurt me, now’s your chance. But make it good, Brigid. Make it hurt. Make it put me in my bed for a week, because I won’t give a coward a second shot.”
Her hand moved in slow motion, arcing forward from her shoulder. The small ball of yellow-orange gathered against her curled fingers beat a bright light. Intense heat washed over his skin, forcing him to close his eyes.
He braced for impact, knowing the energy she wielded so naturally would sear into his soul and scar him for life. Never before had he given a demon such opportunity. Never before had he issued a challenge he didn’t intend to override.
In the next instant, every ounce of Brigid’s strength slammed through her fist and into the side of his jaw.
Micah’s head snapped sideways. He staggered under the momentum of her strike, one knee nearly hitting the ground before he managed to put both legs under him once more. Stunned beyond all ability to reason, he whipped around to face her.
Holy shit, the woman knew how to throw a punch.
“What am I after?” she asked with a disbelieving laugh. “You’re the one who’s plotted against me all afternoon. Why?”
“Plotted against you?” His voice rose, incredulous. “I didn’t do anything but bring you the scroll that fate would have you claim. You’re the one who touched it. You’re the one who almost attacked me earlier. You’ve been waspish since I walked through the door. Now tell me who has it in for whom.”
Forcing Brigid to admit her wrongs or even her wrong assumptions was never a wise thing. But damn it, she’d pushed too far, hit too many buttons today. He couldn’t maintain the game of indifference any longer.
On some instinctual level, he’d known his words would incite her further. Still, that gut awareness didn’t stop the momentary surprise he experienced when Brigid’s eyes flashed like wildfire. Nor did he anticipate the wave of energy that rolled off her long lean body and slammed into his chest. Not an attack, just the sheer force of her building fury.
She took a step forward. In her splayed palm, power gathered. “You bring that thing into my home and call me waspish? I’ll show you a sting, Micah.”
Micah eyed the building ball of energy. Two words would protect him from whatever she attempted. Another, the one he despised using, would terminate this argument in a heartbeat. But if he stopped her now, this inevitable battle would rear again. It had been coming for too long. Time to have it over and done with. If she meant to harm him, she better do so now, for he wouldn’t give her another opportunity.
Straightening his shoulders, he sank his weight into his heels. “You’re pissed off at me because I made you confront what you want. But you’re too afraid of your father to listen to that part of your soul.”
“I’m warning you, Micah, I’m not playing games.” Brigid cocked her arm, prepared to throw that pulsating ball of internal fire.
“Go ahead.” He nodded at her hand. “I don’t have any wards up. If you want to hurt me, now’s your chance. But make it good, Brigid. Make it hurt. Make it put me in my bed for a week, because I won’t give a coward a second shot.”
Her hand moved in slow motion, arcing forward from her shoulder. The small ball of yellow-orange gathered against her curled fingers beat a bright light. Intense heat washed over his skin, forcing him to close his eyes.
He braced for impact, knowing the energy she wielded so naturally would sear into his soul and scar him for life. Never before had he given a demon such opportunity. Never before had he issued a challenge he didn’t intend to override.
In the next instant, every ounce of Brigid’s strength slammed through her fist and into the side of his jaw.
Micah’s head snapped sideways. He staggered under the momentum of her strike, one knee nearly hitting the ground before he managed to put both legs under him once more. Stunned beyond all ability to reason, he whipped around to face her.
Holy shit, the woman knew how to throw a punch.
INHERITED DAMNATION Book #7
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For standing against her brother, Brigid McLaine is imprisoned within her home. All she wants is freedom and the ability to follow her dark nature. But captivity poses a greater threat in the form of her handsome guard, Micah Nelson. Day after day of confinement leads her down a treacherous path of desire she can no longer ignore.
When Micah befriended Brigid six years ago, he never imagined the woman who haunted his every fantasy would end up being the very same demon he's employed to guard. During the forced confinement, he comes to learn the softer, gentler side of the woman who is despised by her family--and he recognizes the fear that keeps her chained to her sire. As their bond strengthens and passion ignites, Micah struggles to convince Brigid to confront her fears and escape her incubus father's dark designs.
Yet with the sabbat of Litha so near, one of them must make a choice. Will Brigid find the ability to confront her sire once and for all and embrace the lightness in her heart--or will Micah find the courage to let go of the one thing he wants most? Brigid.
The final INHERITED DAMNATION, Marked for Death will be coming on 6/23/15. Stay tuned!
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